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Whilst many of the Driveclub images, especially those from the scenery thread seem to have a story begging to come out centred upon that moment, it was only yesterday that I felt compelled to hobble into action regarding this.
So, I thought it might be a fun idea to create a thread for people to do just that. If you see a picture anywhere in the photomode forums which speaks to you above and beyond the normal ways, then please feel free to describe what that picture/moment is saying to you.
EDIT: For those wanting to join in, you can ensure the image you are intending to use is displayed as an image rather than the usual GTP link by doing the following: right click the image, copy the link from properties and insert into your post via the 'image' button, that will give you a pop-up box to put the link in. Thanks to @Nato_777 for the suggestion and technical assistance.
I'll start with a picture from Mr @torque99
Unsure if the creaking was coming from his rickety old bicycle, or his tired back and legs, Isao pedalled methodically onwards, uphill; forever uphill it seemed.
Of course, it had been a bright day, hot too; both were facts that didn't help him currently in his tired and thirsty state.
Fortunately now though, as late afternoon approached early evening, the air had begun cooling down, and that he at least was grateful for.
Today was his fourth up in the mountains above Motosu Lake. Every day of his holiday so far, he had been seeking the perfect view of Mount Fuji, one to rival Hokusai's famous prints.
Amongst all of the tourists and other artistically minded people who had flocked to the lake, he alone had an easel with him. Isao took a quiet satisfaction in that. Let them try to capture that majesty and scope on their smart phones; for Isao that would never be enough.
He had his watercolour blocks, an array of brushes and even distilled water in an old, sealed jar. On top of that, strapped to his easel was a board, folding chair and tube of watercolour paper, plus sketch book and of course pencils as well as charcoal. He was fully prepared, even having an umbrella for the eventuality of any unseasonal rain.
So far, he had made twenty or so sketches, mostly in colour, but nothing that had sustained that special feel in him of having found a truly worthy view.
He did not mind however, this was his vacation and not his first in search of that elusive image. Isao was if nothing, a patient man.
Ahead, he saw a rest stop and small building selling ice-cream and drinks for the tourists. Without too much thought, he guided his old bike into the small lay-by car park and wheeled it into the shade. It had after all been a tiring day.
Even this late, he was surprised to see a few tourists sat about outside still, all enjoying the ubiquitous view of the old snow-capped volcano.
Isao went to the kiosk and bought himself a cold Shikuwasa juice before finding a table away from the others. Pulling out his sketch book, he sat there and sipped gratefully at the sharp, tangy drink while leafing through what he had done so far.
He quite liked some of the charcoal sketches he'd done earlier in the day, from below the Yama Shrine up the mountain - they still needed something though. He had hoped that lower down might provide a more promising view, but with the light starting to fade, he doubted that he'd find it today.
With a little shrug, he sat back to enjoy his drink, calculating how long it would take for him to reach the camp site on the lake shore.
Bottle poised mid-way to his mouth, Isao saw and knew in an instant that he had found what he had been searching for.
Before him, silhouetted against the approaching dusk and peeping almost coquettishly around the shoulder of the hillside, Mount Fuji stood framed, perfectly.
His eyes flitted across every aspect of the scene as his hands fumbled for his charcoal sticks and sketch book, capturing the image in swiping strokes of decisive action.
In a matter of a minute, he had it all down and simply marvelled at the bold contrasts of solid middle-ground. Its intricacies of a tree-lined horizon rising to the right, mirrored the flanks of Fuji itself in a way that was pure. Soft-hued clouds held the upper left area nicely. Below them, there was the visually leading line of a bridge over the gorge, perfectly drawing the observer's eye back upwards and into the image again.
Centrally though, dominating the foreground were twin poles of uncompromising steel, one topped by a street lamp and the other bearing traffic lights to warn motorists of any pedestrians crossing.
They along with the suspension bridge were for Isao a symbol of modern times and therefore would differentiate his image from the thousands of copies made since Hokusai.
Finally taking that delayed gulp of his drink, he smiled and nodded to the spirits of good fortune who had led him to this spot.
Today has been a good day.
So, I thought it might be a fun idea to create a thread for people to do just that. If you see a picture anywhere in the photomode forums which speaks to you above and beyond the normal ways, then please feel free to describe what that picture/moment is saying to you.
EDIT: For those wanting to join in, you can ensure the image you are intending to use is displayed as an image rather than the usual GTP link by doing the following: right click the image, copy the link from properties and insert into your post via the 'image' button, that will give you a pop-up box to put the link in. Thanks to @Nato_777 for the suggestion and technical assistance.
I'll start with a picture from Mr @torque99
Unsure if the creaking was coming from his rickety old bicycle, or his tired back and legs, Isao pedalled methodically onwards, uphill; forever uphill it seemed.
Of course, it had been a bright day, hot too; both were facts that didn't help him currently in his tired and thirsty state.
Fortunately now though, as late afternoon approached early evening, the air had begun cooling down, and that he at least was grateful for.
Today was his fourth up in the mountains above Motosu Lake. Every day of his holiday so far, he had been seeking the perfect view of Mount Fuji, one to rival Hokusai's famous prints.
Amongst all of the tourists and other artistically minded people who had flocked to the lake, he alone had an easel with him. Isao took a quiet satisfaction in that. Let them try to capture that majesty and scope on their smart phones; for Isao that would never be enough.
He had his watercolour blocks, an array of brushes and even distilled water in an old, sealed jar. On top of that, strapped to his easel was a board, folding chair and tube of watercolour paper, plus sketch book and of course pencils as well as charcoal. He was fully prepared, even having an umbrella for the eventuality of any unseasonal rain.
So far, he had made twenty or so sketches, mostly in colour, but nothing that had sustained that special feel in him of having found a truly worthy view.
He did not mind however, this was his vacation and not his first in search of that elusive image. Isao was if nothing, a patient man.
Ahead, he saw a rest stop and small building selling ice-cream and drinks for the tourists. Without too much thought, he guided his old bike into the small lay-by car park and wheeled it into the shade. It had after all been a tiring day.
Even this late, he was surprised to see a few tourists sat about outside still, all enjoying the ubiquitous view of the old snow-capped volcano.
Isao went to the kiosk and bought himself a cold Shikuwasa juice before finding a table away from the others. Pulling out his sketch book, he sat there and sipped gratefully at the sharp, tangy drink while leafing through what he had done so far.
He quite liked some of the charcoal sketches he'd done earlier in the day, from below the Yama Shrine up the mountain - they still needed something though. He had hoped that lower down might provide a more promising view, but with the light starting to fade, he doubted that he'd find it today.
With a little shrug, he sat back to enjoy his drink, calculating how long it would take for him to reach the camp site on the lake shore.
Bottle poised mid-way to his mouth, Isao saw and knew in an instant that he had found what he had been searching for.
Before him, silhouetted against the approaching dusk and peeping almost coquettishly around the shoulder of the hillside, Mount Fuji stood framed, perfectly.
His eyes flitted across every aspect of the scene as his hands fumbled for his charcoal sticks and sketch book, capturing the image in swiping strokes of decisive action.
In a matter of a minute, he had it all down and simply marvelled at the bold contrasts of solid middle-ground. Its intricacies of a tree-lined horizon rising to the right, mirrored the flanks of Fuji itself in a way that was pure. Soft-hued clouds held the upper left area nicely. Below them, there was the visually leading line of a bridge over the gorge, perfectly drawing the observer's eye back upwards and into the image again.
Centrally though, dominating the foreground were twin poles of uncompromising steel, one topped by a street lamp and the other bearing traffic lights to warn motorists of any pedestrians crossing.
They along with the suspension bridge were for Isao a symbol of modern times and therefore would differentiate his image from the thousands of copies made since Hokusai.
Finally taking that delayed gulp of his drink, he smiled and nodded to the spirits of good fortune who had led him to this spot.
Today has been a good day.
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I was wondering what your comment about the picture was yesterday.
great idea MeanElf^^
waiting for other stories from You 👍
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